Rainrainrain. Poem by brooklyn marie

the wind blows and howls
the sounds of a wolf,
just beyond my window.

the clouds,
dark and depressing.
Rain.
the wind causes it to hit the side of the house.

*pitter patter pitter patter*

a cold silence sweeps over the house.
Thunder.
now we have a real storm.

a lady runs with a newspaper over her head,
to escape the rain, the thunder, the wind.

it halts to a stop for a few minutes or so.
then more

Rain.